THE FALL
Holding onto the ledge of a huge cliff,
I'm clinging to a promise made by a savior many ages ago.
Hope is what letting me hang indefinitely,
Irrespective of the excruciating suffering I endure.
When do I get saved by the promise that was made?
Neither do I know nor the person who made it.
I keep hanging like a soft doll that is put out for sale.
Except in my case there is no price tag on my life.
I forget the promise and start to believe my time has come to an end,
And I keep awaiting for the fall sooner than I had wished for.
Suddenly, I see a rescuer far away and I almost begin to yell,
Not only to save me from the fall but to instil a life that I had dreamed.
But I halt...
Do I need to hold onto the promise that was made by the savior?
Or do I need to call out for help from the rescuer?
Not knowing what do I need and what do I do?,
Precariously, I keep holding onto the ledge of the huge cliff.
Rather than a wish to make,
I think I better fall.
- Maddie
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